Page 26 of Veiled Vengeance

Again, I give her the same command. “Stay.”

She steadies herself with a long calming breath and closes her eyes.

“Eyes open, Baby. Always keep your eyes open and on me.”

When she does as I say, I lie on my stomach and part her lower lips with my fingers. Only then do I finally allow myself to get my first taste of her, straight from the source. Spencer turns her head and bites her shoulder to muffle the scream.

Mmm . . . I don’t think that will do either.

I want her screaming so loud the neighbors call the cops. I want her voice hoarse from shouting my name. I want her unleashed and bucking her hips so I choke on her sweet juices.

My tongue dances up and down her slit, tangling with her clit and circling her needy entrance. Her eyes remain on me as I play with her swollen core. The need to come builds and builds in her body as she writhes.

When I shove my tongue inside her, her inner muscles clench. I go in and out, simulating exactly what I want to do with my dick. It takes everything in me to keep from coming in my stiff scrubs, and I can’t help but rock my hips into the ground.

Replacing my tongue with two of my digits, Spencer finally lets a husky moan free without smothering the sound. Wanting to hear that harmony on repeat, I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy and attack her hooded clit with my tongue.

Spencer’s hips create a rhythm with my hand as she chases her release. I want her to find that complete loss of control, so I hook my fingers and find that ribbed spot inside her.

“Ash!”

Her climax is glorious. Her shout is strangled with pleasure, and her thighs clamp around my head as I continue to stroke her as she falls over the edge. She soaks the blanket below her with her cum.

There’s no doubt in my mind that everyone on this entire city block knows what we’re doing by now.

When her legs fall away from my head, I crawl up her body, whispering praises into her golden skin.

“Such a good girl, keeping your hands up.”

She hums and smirks in blissful satisfaction, still embracing the high of her climax. “Don’t get used to it, big guy. I may not be so obedient all the time.”

“That’s fine. I don’t crave a mindless doll.” Her eyes fly open and lock on me with skepticism. My hand circles her throat and slides down her chest. I finally get a handful of her full breast as I explain. “I crave your submission. I crave your trust.”

With my free hand, I flick her other nipple. She gasps and thrusts her chest up in an erotic offering.

Don’t mind if I do.

My mouth envelops her mound, dragging my tongue back and forth over the peak. Her hands dive into my hair again, mussing it up. I continue my ministrations then switch to the other side until she’s a whimpering mess of need.

When I lift my head from her chest, she tugs at my shirt. “Take it off—I need it off. I need to feel you.”

I smile and comply with her plea, sitting back on my haunches. Her hands graze down my chest and over my inked arms. I let her hands roam and feel every inch of my skin. As they coast down my eight-pack, my cock twitches. She spots the motion and continues her path to the top of my pants.

“Please. Take these off. They need to come off.”

Slipping my pants along with my boxers down my thighs, I stand and remove them in one sweep. Her eyes wander my body and take in every detail. She savors the view as I savor my own.

But when her knees bend and fall apart, inviting me to partake in what we both need, I rush back to her.

“Are you sure?”

I give her one last out. One last chance. Zane and Rio have both already fucked her, and once I get this taste of heaven, there’s no going back.

Spencer will forever be ours.

Her hands trace the hair on my face and guide my mouth to hers. Her kiss is sure and full of lust. When she pulls back, she grants me the answer I hope for. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Thank God.

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